That's a shame, YBD. But we understand. And good luck with school.
This has been a fun group. Would anyone be opposed to playing a new Dungeon World game with someone else as GM?
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Roman watches the book cases fall like dominoes with a proud smile on his face, until he realizes that he's about to get trampled himself. "Oh, boy."
Roman notices the bookshelf wobbling. "Well, it's no chandelier..." he says right before rushing off to give it a shove with all his might.
Roman trades stares between the golem and his rapier, feeling utterly useless. "Come on, come on! There's gotta be something I can drop on this thing. Where's a precariously placed chandelier when you need one?!"
Roman flattens himself against the bookshelf, and manages to mostly dodge the fist.
He then sings a single note to instill the professor's weapon with a little arcane assistance.
"Sweet Starsong!"
Roman dives to the side to avoid the incoming fists from the golem.
"Wow, that was loud! Keep at it, professor!" Roman sings another magical song to empower the professor's weapon.
But his ear is still ringing and so he's slightly out of tune.
Roman watches as Silvio's rapier virtually bounced off the Golem. He frowned, and then focused his singing on empowering Profesdor Reardon's deadly, scientific creation.
"Well, of course a wizard would make a bookcase golem!" Roman says as he draws his sword. Roman then sings a battle cry to Silvio.
"We should be very carefully what we say around here. Sometimes ancient libraries like this are guarded via password are guarded by arcane constructs or other automata. It's shockingly common actually. Also makes for a good story." Roman misses Fleet muttering, "Say 'lockdown'?" "And look at this map, if I'm not mistaken this is the symbol of the lost city of Saventh Yhi. Fascinating place, lots of stories. I dated a pathfinder who was obsessed with the place and being spanked in the nude. Ahh. I do so miss Absalom. Anyways, Saventh Yhi was supposed to be the ancient snakefolk capitol, if I recall correctly."
Roman notices that Amy is stood next to something interesting. "Uh, Amy, be careful. I think you may be stood next to a secret door."
• What here is useful or valuable to me?
"Oh, bloody hell, Fleet! At least wait until we're out of the room or something." Roman busies himself looking for anything valuable he can find.
Roman's eyes widen and yhen he begins a series of spins and acrobatic jumps to avoid the incoming projectile tomes.
He lets out a cry in triumph as he manages to successfully dodge the books. He sings again, this time targeting the claws of Fleet's latest undead minion.
Roman frowns and focuses his singing on Silvio's blades, making them even more impossibly mighty.
Roman listed from side-to-side as he struggled with his mind. He wasn't quite sure what was going on. And then he noticed the snake woman. "Egads, what is that thing?! Quick, kill it with fire!" Roman reached for his rapier, but it was missing. "And where the hells is my sword?!" Instead of fixating on this he sang a song of healing, to bring himself back into fighting shape.
I'm a little unclear. Is the enchantment gone? The spell should have cleared his head. The glowing is a nice touch though.
Roman awkwardly lowers his arms after a few moments. "Hah! You think I could be so easily swayed! It just so happens I can cure the mind of enchantments. I shall prove to you that it is you who is under a thrall. Like so!"
✴On a 7-9, your spell still works, but you draw unwanted attention or your magic reverberates to other targets affecting them as well, GM’s choice.
I really am enjoying this system. I need to see if I can convince my home group to let me run a one shot with this.
Roman looks on aghast as his weapon is deftly tossed away by the swashbuckler. "So it's come to this then. The noble hero Silvio has fallen to darkness. And so here I am, your greatest admirer, forced to do battle with you. For what it's worth, when I write your legend, I shall omit this part." Roman sings to heal himself of his wounds, but the spell fails.
He remains in a dramatic but awkward pose, waiting for healing magic that will not come.
Roman hisses as the flask of, well, presumably, acid burns his skin. "Amy?! What the hell?! Look if you were jealous, we could have talked about it like adults, but now it is too late! I must defend Milady's honor!" Roman stands up and drives his rapier at Amy.
The world seems to move in slow motion as Roman dives in front of the liquid spray heading for his darling one. "Noooooooooo!"
Roman stand in between the Professor and the mysterious woman.
"Hey, hey, take it easy, Professor. There's no need for hostilities."
"Makes perfect sense, Milady," he says with an adoring smile. "See, guys? No need to get violent, is there? It was just a misunderstanding." "Are you injured, Milady? I can heal you. I have a magic," he finishes sounding slightly too eager.
Roman tries to set the woman at ease. "You'll have to forgive us. We don't mean you any harm. It's just been a few trying days. So please, share you story."
✴On a 7–9, they will do what you ask, but need some concrete assurance of your promise, right now. "Lower your weapons, everyone. We can all be civilized."
Roman perks up upon seeing the beautiful woman suddenly appear. "Now, now, Professor. Surely there's no need for violence. Clearly this fetching lass was simply trying to protect herself from the ghouls. I admire a woman who knows sound strategy."
Roman follows Professor Hank. But his gait is a bit awkward.
"I swear I didn't know she was married," Roman muttered, sounding a little punch drunk.
Roman screams, "Hey! Who put out the lights!?" The bard tries to figure out which way he should go.
"No need to tell me twice! Let's get out of here!" But before he takes off, Roman sings a healing song for Silvio.
Roman gasps in pain from the ghoul. But he realizes that the one in real danger is Silvio. The bard belted out a song of the legendary swashbuckler's exploits.
"Did - did I get 'em? They don't look like they're being rend asunder by healing magics." Roman drew his sword as the undead approached the barrier. "Uh - will our swords go through?" One of the undead howled at him, and Roman stabbed at it with his rapier through the barrier.
✴On a 7–9, you deal your damage to the enemy and the enemy makes an attack against you.
Roman laughs at the sight of the big explosion. "That was amazing! I think I have an idea. I'll try a healing spell on the undead!"
Roman sings a song of valor in the zombie's name.
"So, these symbols mention serpentfolk you say? Do they mention anything interesting. Like Silvio or another equally great hero? Or heroine" Roman shrugs. "I have no idea. But for all I know it could be instructions on how to open a door, or a gateway into another world. Hells, it could just be poetic license, and might not be literal at all." Roman scratched his head in puzzlement. "Well, regardless, I don't see any easy way for us to defeat those ghouls here. No ancient artifact that can be destroyed, or a necromancer to slay. All rather disappointing really. I think we should get out of here before the undead come back."
"The lighthouse design is Chelish, but everything else is much older. Can't say much else about it." Roman walks up to Hank and asks, "What's so funny?" as he looks over the writing himself.
Roman wonders who created the lighthouse. Thassilonians? Perhaps, Azlanti?
Roman looks around pensive.
Roman pulls himself off, and laments his missing boot. He then calls for the rope and ties it to something sturdy. "Alright, just swing down and I'll pull you up."
Hmm... Any chance I can ride the zombie like a surfboard? :-)
Roman sighs. "Well so much for the safe way. Here take the rope," he instructs his friends. "I have a lot of experience leaping from rooftop to rooftop - just got to pretend a jealous husband with a large sword is after me. Shouldn't be too hard. It was just last week, after all." Roman winks at them and takes off before they can stop him. He leaps and runs along the wall to make it to the other side.
On a 7–9, you stumble, hesitate, or flinch: the GM will offer you a worse outcome, hard bargain, or ugly choice. And just then a rock along the wall started to come loose--
Roman screams out in a perfect high-toned pitch, and tries to somersault backwards.
✴On a 10+, you do what you set out to, the threat doesn’t come to bear. Roman chuckles nervously for about 30 seconds. "Uh, maybe someone other than me should take point."
Roman gulps loudly, tries to compose himself a little, but then squeaks out, "See? No problem. Shall we continue?" Without waiting for a response, the bard continues on. He keeps a sharp -- well, sharp-ish -- eye out for danger.
Roman panics and calls out in a loud whisper, "Amy! Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!"
"I think this fellow is still alive." Roman croons a soft song of healing.
On a 7-9, your spell still works, but you draw unwanted attention or your magic reverberates to other targets affecting them as well, GM’s choice.
Roman smiles at the others. "See? No problem." The bard then carefully lowers himself down the hole. Once down he lights a torch and draws his rapier. Once the area is lit up he takes a look around.
"Actually, I think we should compromise. We'll wait a bit and sneak into the tower, avoiding the ghouls. Once we're in, we destroy any stragglers and see what we can find. If we're lucky we'll be done and out before the ghouls come back. It can't fail," Roman said excitedly.
"Perhaps there is an opportunity here. After all, we happen to have our very own cleric who specializes in destroying undead. So assuming the cannibals aren't stupid enough to actually be in league with the creatures, perhaps we can offer our services in destroying them. I can be pretty convincing after all."
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